by Yazzy Boiragee
most days I wake up and say :
this is gonna be a great day cause Ima do whatever the fuck I wanna do
I wanna sleep, make breakfast have coffee, read my morning tumblr and watch supernatural
maybe check my okcupid-yes i have an okcupid cause the dating life for a 20somethin year old ain’t too hot these days. I got better chances gettin laid-now ain’t that a bitch.
I pick up some clothes, mainly comfy and wash my face brush my teeth. Step outside and breathe.
most days I’m reminded of my flaws
too young lookin, too fresh lookin, too “I really wanna shove my foot up your ass down your throat and into a nutsack” lookin, too many pimples, too hi lookin, too black lookin, too strong lookin, too funny lookin…
most days I’m just me
weird, obscene, immature, foolish, grounded, outlandish, ridiculous, funny, not so funny, slow, witty, sassy, smiley, talkative, opinionated, awkward…me…
Why is that a crime. Why am I persecuted everyday for being me.
"What Do You see…when you look at Me?"
do you see India, do you see youth, do you see child, do you see woman, do you see bravery, do you see napps, do you see happiness, do you see acceptance…
because I have accepted you-now take me into your bosom and do the same.
cause honestly this world is too small for waking up on most days just to be oblivious.